Though the sunshine has been interrupted somewhat here today, it did manage to break through long enough to get me in the garden. For some reason sitting in the sunshine has a habit of provoking thoughts of childhood which warm something inside, as the sun warms my skin.
Today I found myself think about rope-swings. I can’t remember the last rope-swing I saw, but I remember my childhood being filled with them (I wonder if that had a subconscious effect on my attraction to swinging?). Sunny days and rope-swings. What was it about them that was so wonderful?
I bet there was never less than 3 rope-swings on the go on my local park when I was a child and in another spot nearby there was always one that crossed a brook. Sunshine and a rope-swing over some clear babbling water - heaven! Even though you tried your hardest to stay on - it was never really fun unless you fell in. On the hottest days there was always the hope, as we wondered down the path towards the brook, that the rope-swing would be over a deeper part of the water. It never took much encouraging then to let go mid-swing.
Ah…. the simple things that made us happy as a child. No X-box or PlayStation, no over-prised brand name trainers to worry about - just a tree and a length of rope.
I found myself trying to think of what my happiest childhood memory was. I couldn’t really pin it down to one - but ,aside from the rope-swings, I did recall the happy memories which included rock-pools on summer holidays. To this day I feel a lifting delight when I see a rock-pool. Not the little diddy ones with only a couple of inches of water - the great big wade through up to your waist as you hunt for crabs and trapped fish type ones.
So - I have decided…. two things I want more of in my life are rope-swings and rock-pools. I am not sure how I am going to do this - but I am sure I will find a way.
What made you happy as a child and what would you like to bring back from your childhood to enjoy again?
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Rope-Swings and Rock-Pools
Sex God
I remember hot steamy days in the east end of London eating.....jubblies (iced triangles of fruit juice)
Holidays in Cornwall with...rock pools, ice cream and the company of my now husband (Stormwalker) when I was 5 and he was 8.
Church trips to Abridge in Essex, where we all took packed lunch but shared it with everyone else and swam in the river.
Oh the nostalgia of it all. They were such carefree days we'rnt they!!!!!!
Love
Mrs Lizard xxxxx
Holidays in Cornwall with...rock pools, ice cream and the company of my now husband (Stormwalker) when I was 5 and he was 8.
Church trips to Abridge in Essex, where we all took packed lunch but shared it with everyone else and swam in the river.
Oh the nostalgia of it all. They were such carefree days we'rnt they!!!!!!
Love
Mrs Lizard xxxxx
Sex God
Quote by PoloLady
So - I have decided…. two things I want more of in my life are rope-swings and rock-pools. I am not sure how I am going to do thins - but I am sure I will find a way.
Well we spent the day on Saturday with the kids rock pooling and walking barefoot through the surf.
We also managed a rope swing :shock: Freaky!! :shock:
Oh wow, what timing for this thread!!!
Have had the most wonderful day today, started off with the village fete with David, my youngest and her mate :happy: A right proper traditional day out it was, bag full of tombola prizes and arms full of second hand books. Kids came running back to us once their money had run out, complete with plastic firemen hats, England glasses, sticky ice-cream faces and both munching on a bag of "penny dreadfuls" :bounce:
All topped off with the traditional British weather of the occasional downpour!!!
This was then followed by a walk in the forest where the kids (by now totally hyped up on E numbers) lost themselves in a world of "Explorers". Walk started off ok, was keeping an eye out telling the kids not to go in the bog.......... didn't occur to me to keep an eye on the "man" of the party - until, too late, he had already lauched himself bluddy close to knee deep in the first bit of bog we come across :roll:
Then there was the rope swing :bounce: A right proper one with an old deck chair attached to it (
). Noone was brave enough for it tho - mainly cos it was bluddy high and with the rain, the water far deeper than the tops of yer shoes! 
Oooh oooh and watching the two kids trying to cross the river on fallen trees/logs, well that took me back a few years :rose:
Then back home - picked up eldest offspring, complete with attitude from hell and, unlike her sister, not buzzing on E numbers, so totally knackered from one sleepover too many :roll: It was out to the local pub for a bluddy gorgeous dinner :bounce:
Now back here, totally shattered and still waiting for youngest to de-hype so we can get her to bed :?
Oh the notsalgia - utterly brill day it was :bounce: :bounce: :bounce:
:sleeping:
Have had the most wonderful day today, started off with the village fete with David, my youngest and her mate :happy: A right proper traditional day out it was, bag full of tombola prizes and arms full of second hand books. Kids came running back to us once their money had run out, complete with plastic firemen hats, England glasses, sticky ice-cream faces and both munching on a bag of "penny dreadfuls" :bounce:
All topped off with the traditional British weather of the occasional downpour!!!
This was then followed by a walk in the forest where the kids (by now totally hyped up on E numbers) lost themselves in a world of "Explorers". Walk started off ok, was keeping an eye out telling the kids not to go in the bog.......... didn't occur to me to keep an eye on the "man" of the party - until, too late, he had already lauched himself bluddy close to knee deep in the first bit of bog we come across :roll:
Then there was the rope swing :bounce: A right proper one with an old deck chair attached to it (
). Noone was brave enough for it tho - mainly cos it was bluddy high and with the rain, the water far deeper than the tops of yer shoes! Oooh oooh and watching the two kids trying to cross the river on fallen trees/logs, well that took me back a few years :rose:
Then back home - picked up eldest offspring, complete with attitude from hell and, unlike her sister, not buzzing on E numbers, so totally knackered from one sleepover too many :roll: It was out to the local pub for a bluddy gorgeous dinner :bounce:
Now back here, totally shattered and still waiting for youngest to de-hype so we can get her to bed :?
Oh the notsalgia - utterly brill day it was :bounce: :bounce: :bounce:
:sleeping:
We used to go down the brook over from my friends house and dig out the clay at the bottom of the water. We would make pots, dry them in the sunshine and paint them to make them look nice for our Mums.
Rose perfume was always good fun. Pulling off the flower heads and leaving them in water which probably bloody stinks now :lol2:
Rose perfume was always good fun. Pulling off the flower heads and leaving them in water which probably bloody stinks now :lol2:
Orgasminator
PoloLady, everything you said there rings a bell with me.
In fact, it just sent shivers all over me, remembering the good childhood fun I had.
What a lovely memory. It's great to reminisce sometimes
In fact, it just sent shivers all over me, remembering the good childhood fun I had.
What a lovely memory. It's great to reminisce sometimes
My parents live at the end of a cul de sac, which borders farm fields and school playing fields.
In the summer we'd all be playing rounders using the hay bales to run round.
All the parents and kids came out and when we heard the music of the ice cream man, we all used to run and try and be first in the queue (my mates dad usually won lol).
It always amazes me when I go to visit and there street's deserted when I have such fond memories of the street ringing with the sound of laughter.
In the summer we'd all be playing rounders using the hay bales to run round.
All the parents and kids came out and when we heard the music of the ice cream man, we all used to run and try and be first in the queue (my mates dad usually won lol).
It always amazes me when I go to visit and there street's deserted when I have such fond memories of the street ringing with the sound of laughter.
Sex God
Quote by PoloLady
So - I have decided…. two things I want more of in my life are rope-swings and rock-pools. I am not sure how I am going to do thins - but I am sure I will find a way.
well theres a rope swing on a tree on our front green/muddy swamp.......
if u want a go
:D :D :D Playing paper boat races along the gutters after heavy rain
Listening to the Bay City Rollers and the Carpenters on the radio
Trying and failing to get a decent reception on Radio Luxemburg
Going to the Top Rank Saturday afternoon disco for under 16s :giggle:
Nothing on tv after the 10 o'clock news :shock: ( feck all's changed there then ! )
Feeling safe as you walked home alone
My Nan's home made suet puddings
Listening to the Bay City Rollers and the Carpenters on the radio
Trying and failing to get a decent reception on Radio Luxemburg
Going to the Top Rank Saturday afternoon disco for under 16s :giggle:
Nothing on tv after the 10 o'clock news :shock: ( feck all's changed there then ! )
Feeling safe as you walked home alone
My Nan's home made suet puddings
Brilliant post.
I was a country boy, and still am at heart. Loved to roam the fields and woods with a few mates, getting into ridiculous scrapes that would have social services banging on the door these days.
I have never lost my love of the great outdoors and am lucky enough to live and work in a small town in Wales, where I can indulge my likes with only a short walk.
I think I may make a rope swing down at the river, near my swimming hole.
I was a country boy, and still am at heart. Loved to roam the fields and woods with a few mates, getting into ridiculous scrapes that would have social services banging on the door these days.
I have never lost my love of the great outdoors and am lucky enough to live and work in a small town in Wales, where I can indulge my likes with only a short walk.
I think I may make a rope swing down at the river, near my swimming hole.
What a great posting and thread!
I remember going cycling for hours and not getting tired, not being bothered by the hot weather, playing marbles with the whole street for 'keepsies' all evening until it was too dark to see. I remember leaving my bike in the front garden and it still being there in the morning, building dens, swimming in the river and climbing trees without anyone threatening to sue anyone else. I remember going to bed at night without worrying about anything and falling straight to sleep.
Kiss_Me aka 27 going on 67!
I remember going cycling for hours and not getting tired, not being bothered by the hot weather, playing marbles with the whole street for 'keepsies' all evening until it was too dark to see. I remember leaving my bike in the front garden and it still being there in the morning, building dens, swimming in the river and climbing trees without anyone threatening to sue anyone else. I remember going to bed at night without worrying about anything and falling straight to sleep.
Kiss_Me aka 27 going on 67!
Sex God
My childhood summer holidays use to be spent racing my pony across the cut corn fields at neck breaking speeds, against the local lads on thier ponies and wining!!!!!!!!
Then pretending the local stream was the water jump at Hicksted, that was fine till later on in life, I had to jump the real water jump at Hicksted!
Then use to have to spend hours cleaning my pony down!
Such care free days
Then pretending the local stream was the water jump at Hicksted, that was fine till later on in life, I had to jump the real water jump at Hicksted!
Then use to have to spend hours cleaning my pony down!
Such care free days
Sex God
Long walks on the Malvern Hills. Row boat trips up the River Severn with thick bread and jam.
Mind you I can think of some other things to do with some rope and a tree.
Mind you I can think of some other things to do with some rope and a tree.
Sex God
Quote by Happy Cats
Long walks on the Malvern Hills. Row boat trips up the River Severn with thick bread and jam.
Mind you I can think of some other things to do with some rope and a tree.
Where I grew up, fantastic, how I wish I could be back there!
From the British Camp to the Beacon, from which they said you could see seven counties (before local government reorganisation) - over to Colwall Station - magic!
The bread and jam thingy got me thinking. I remember you'd be standing there with yer hands full of this sticky mess - no seats to sit on at the picnic so you stand back to back with one of yer mates and sit down leaning against eachother.
Well it brought a smile to my face when I just remembered it! .
Sex God
another "home made fun" was those plastic bread crates!
we used to attach them to old dolls prams frames and a piece of rope.....and believe me, it was better than any ferrari!!!!!
i also remember those roller scates that you wore over your shoes.
not everyone in the group had them, so you would share them between you and everyone would just wear one! :shock:
:lol: :lol:
we used to attach them to old dolls prams frames and a piece of rope.....and believe me, it was better than any ferrari!!!!!
i also remember those roller scates that you wore over your shoes.
not everyone in the group had them, so you would share them between you and everyone would just wear one! :shock:
:lol: :lol: 
Orgasminator
It is strange but when I think of my childhood I can only bring back one memory: of me sitting on an old washing machine and the girl from next door feeling up my skirt. She was 2 years younger than me but very progressed. I am sure there are more memories but somehow the state of constant sexual arousal I am in the last week seems to have obliterated them all! LOL
what a great happy summer post pololady
one of my happiest memories from summers past is bail hauling on the farm i grew up on & at the end of the day when tired sweaty & covered in hay/straw one of the farm labourers bringing out a flagon of home made cider aged about 8 this was a great treat & made you feel all grown up
the smell of freshly mown grass is still the smell that sums summer up for me :)
little p.s. be carefull in the rock pools some of the little fish trapped in them can be quite poisonus please take care :)
one of my happiest memories from summers past is bail hauling on the farm i grew up on & at the end of the day when tired sweaty & covered in hay/straw one of the farm labourers bringing out a flagon of home made cider aged about 8 this was a great treat & made you feel all grown up
the smell of freshly mown grass is still the smell that sums summer up for me
:) little p.s. be carefull in the rock pools some of the little fish trapped in them can be quite poisonus please take care :)
Ooo rope swings - we had an incredibly dangerous, very high one that went out over a crevasse with no water at the bottom.
I reckon the maximum drop was around 40 ft but you were only allowed on it if the big kids were there with you and they tied it out of reach when they weren't around.
Walking 5 dogs with my Grandad and climbing the wall by the bus stop which always ruined the toes of your shoes and was stictly forbidden by everyone but him :D
Cockling with my Grandmother - one of my favourite days out ever.
Camping on the side field in home made tents and eating far too many blackberries.
Picnics on the top field by the pond - spend the day tadpoling and catching sticklebacks and eating very squashed sandwiches (always egg or jam)
The run up to, and Bonfire night.
The whole neighbourhood would save scrap wood that the kids collected in contraptions and took down to the site and built a massive bonfire. A portion of trick or treat money was allocated to the main fund for fireworks to bump up the penny for the guy totals, and the night itself was glorious.
Everyone and their family attended, there was tatoes cooked in a smaller fire and bananas and chocolate in foil and a fantastic display of fireworks. A real community event.
One I have managed to relive recently is walking along the front at Parkgate with the most wonderful home made ice cream.
The nostallgia rush is fantastic, thank you for the thread Polo
Jas
XXX
I reckon the maximum drop was around 40 ft but you were only allowed on it if the big kids were there with you and they tied it out of reach when they weren't around.
Walking 5 dogs with my Grandad and climbing the wall by the bus stop which always ruined the toes of your shoes and was stictly forbidden by everyone but him :D
Cockling with my Grandmother - one of my favourite days out ever.
Camping on the side field in home made tents and eating far too many blackberries.
Picnics on the top field by the pond - spend the day tadpoling and catching sticklebacks and eating very squashed sandwiches (always egg or jam)
The run up to, and Bonfire night.
The whole neighbourhood would save scrap wood that the kids collected in contraptions and took down to the site and built a massive bonfire. A portion of trick or treat money was allocated to the main fund for fireworks to bump up the penny for the guy totals, and the night itself was glorious.
Everyone and their family attended, there was tatoes cooked in a smaller fire and bananas and chocolate in foil and a fantastic display of fireworks. A real community event.
One I have managed to relive recently is walking along the front at Parkgate with the most wonderful home made ice cream.
The nostallgia rush is fantastic, thank you for the thread Polo
Jas
XXX
Quote by well_busty_babe
i also remember those roller scates that you wore over your shoes.
not everyone in the group had them, so you would share them between you and everyone would just wear one! :shock:
OMG I remember them - a real blast from the past..... they were ajustable and the ones I played with had red laces! I didn't own any but my best friend did.
Also I forgot to mention earlier that I broke my right arm on one of those fabulous rope swings! :violin:
